Musicology

Heard about the party now
Just east of Harlem
Dougie's gonna be there
But you got to call him (call him)

Even the soldiers
Need a break sometimes
Listen to the groove ya'll
Let it unwind your mind

No intoxication
Unless you see what I see
Dancin' hot an' sweaty
Right in font of me (right in front of me)

Oh, call it what you like
I'm gonna call it how it be, fact
This is just another one of God's gifts
Musicology

Gotta keep that party movin'
Like I told you
Kick the old school joint
For the true funk soldiers
Musicology

I wish I had a dollar
For every time you say
Don't you miss the feeling music gave ya
Back in the day?

Let's groove, September
Earth, Wind and Fire
Hot pants by James
Sly's gonna take you higher

Minor keys and drugs
Don't make a rollerskate jam
Take your pick - turntable or a band?

Lord, if it ain't Chuck D
Or Jam Master Jay
Know what? They're losin'
'Cause we got a PhD in advanced body movin'

Keep the party movin'
Just like I told you
Kick the old school joint
For the true funk soldiers
Musicology

Alright
Hold it down, band

Ah, get back, get back
Don't you touch stereo
This is my records

Don't touch
Don't you ever touch
This is my records
Musicology

Musicology

Let the party get out, no options
Old school joint for the true funk soldiers
Hands up, get goin'
Keep the party, keep the party movin'
Keep the party, keep, keep
Don't stop dancing

Keep, keep, keep, keep the party movin'
Keep
Musicology
Keep, keep, keep, keep the party movin'

Keep the party movin'
Just like I told you (that's what I'm talkin' about)
Kick the old school joint (yes)
For the true funk soldiers
Musicology
For the true funk soldiers
(Hands up) Alright
Hold the money ya'all
Don't you hear us, old school joint?
Don't you ever touch my stereo

He said I got good and plenty
Of what you need the most
And that's time